In the PRESENCE of Summer...
the sun yet radiant in this hour nearing sunset
the air sweetly refreshing
greens yet lush and generously abundant
I, in an interlude, a soulful grace of BEING
a quietude filled with the harmonies of songbirds
leaves of the dogwood glisten outside my window
sweet be the savor of the shimmering reflections
the sun holding to its supernal brilliance
strokes of gold and orange adorn the luminous setting sun
feel I a baptism of beauty
a stillness, a silence, a living peace
golden be this twilight hour
the endowments of BREATH and BEING
this a Sunday in the PRESENCE of Summer.
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